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His mouth claims mine. His arms completely encircle my body. I feel the need to give in…to offer myself to Caydon. His hands drift under my shirt and begin singeing my skin with his touch. He lowers us down to the ground and we are engulfed in snow. Caydon’s hands are moving higher and higher. I shake myself from the stupor I am in.

Caydon’s gift is under my clothes. He said he wanted me wrapped in a red bow. I managed to find a matching red bra and pair of panties at a lingerie shop. I hurried to the craft store and bought red sequin and transparent red ribbon. I decorated the lingerie to look like a red ribbon package that Caydon can unwrap.

“Wait!” I stop him from going any further.

“What? You don’t want to?” He closes his eyes in disappointment.

I touch his face. “I want to. But you’re about to ruin your Christmas present.”

Caydon lies on his side and props his head up with his arm. “Interesting.”

“Do you want your gift now?” I ask seductively.

He laughs. “It’s keeping me from touching you. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like it now. Please.”

“So polite,” I tease.

“I’ve been a good boy this year,” he jokes.

“You certainly have. Just lie back and enjoy the show.” I stand up.

“Baby, I already am. You’re fucking beautiful.” His breath hitches.

I’m so goddamn nervous right now. I’ve never stripped for anyone. I don’t know how to make this sexy and enjoyable for him. In my mind, I have an entire routine planned. Standing in front of him makes my mind go blank. I decide to go with what feels right. If I get stuck, I’ll ask him for help.

My hands skim the bottom of my shirt before I lift it up to just show my belly. Caydon’s eyes are locked on me. He is boring a hole into my skin with his eyes. Inch by inch, I raise the fabric until it rests below the bra I made. “Tell me what you want Caydon.”

He gulps with anticipation. “I want you to lose the shirt.”

I bend over and in my best low, sultry voice, I whisper, “Say, please.”

“Please,” he chokes out. The shirt flies over my head and I wait for a reaction from Caydon. He doesn’t disappoint. “Holy fuck.” The corners of my mouth curl up into a smile. “Come here.”

“Nope,” I mock. “There’s more to see.”

Caydon flops his chest to the floor and playfully bangs his head. When he lifts his head up, he is covered in snow. It looks good on him…the light snow against his dark hair. When he is done overreacting, he glares at me. “I’m going to explode right now. Please…please, let me fucking touch you.”

“Quit having a tantrum. There’s more to see.” He flops his head down again when he hears my statement.

Deliberately, I take my time unbuttoning my jeans. I torment Caydon by running my hand up and down my stomach, just above where my jeans begin. Occasionally, I let my fingers dip a little lower to give a disappearing illusion. I’m turning myself on. Watching Caydon watching me is so erotic. I never thought my body would ever react like this.

I think I’ve tortured both Caydon and myself enough. My jeans feel too tight on my skin. I want to rip them off, and I do. I’m left with a pair of panties with a bow on each side of my hips. It’s time to involve Caydon in the show.

“Caydon, come untie me,” I beg.

Caydon jolts up and is in front of me in record seconds. “Fuck, yes.”

* * *

I’m about to untie my present. It’s the best goddamn present I’ve ever received in my life. Reece.

The sparkly ribbon is taunting me. The red tie is a crimson mixture of fire and ice…just like Reece’s personality. I carefully place my hands on her hips, allowing my fingers to dig into her skin. I want her to feel how much I am restraining myself from ripping the material from her body. Once I gain control, I slide my hands to each side of her hips, lightly touching the bows. In a quick, intentional motion, I jerk the ribbons and watch the panties cascade down her legs.

Wide-eyed, Reece examines my face, waiting for my next move. She’s nervous and looks away to break eye contact. I tug her long hair back so she has to look at me. I cover her mouth with mine in attempt to stifle the fear. She traces her fingers down my cheek, all the way to my chest. I continue exploring her mouth with my tongue.

A groan slips from her mouth. I crush my chest against hers. I’m practically growling in her mouth. We’re both running out of breath. My hands slip behind her back and unhook her bra. I drag myself from Reece holding the garment in my hand. I take two steps back so I can admire my present.

My present is a fucking goddess. And I want to make her feel like one.

I allow my desire for her to take over. I grab her and close the space between us. I press myself against her so she can feel how much I fucking want her. “Do you feel me?” I ask.

“Yes,” she breathlessly answers.

“If you don’t want this, please tell me now. Because when we get started, I’m not going to be able to stop,” I warn her.

Don’t say no.

“Yes, I want this.”

Green means go.

“Lie down in the snow,” I command her. She willingly abides. Reece blends right in. The only thing that stands out is the contrast of her dark hair. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Swiftly, I remove my shirt and pants. Before throwing my pants to the side, I get the condom from the back pocket I placed there earlier. I lower myself to the ground. Reece parts her legs so I can settle myself in between her. I give her a quick kiss. “Your gift definitely beats mine.”

My tongue is back between her lips. I take my time playing with her tongue and nipping at her lips. Moving my lips from hers, I travel down her neckline, planting kisses in the curves. I don’t stop there.

I begin my travel downwards by licking until I get to her breasts. My head lifts up to look at what I’m doing. I grasp her one breast in my hand squeezing it upward toward my mouth. Without hesitation, I take her nipple into my mouth and immediately suck.

“Caydon,” she pants. It just makes me suck and lick harder.

As I taste her chest, my hand slips between her legs. I rub her clit in a circular motion using the wetness that is escaping her core. She begins to fuck my hand back. “Fuck…”

I tear myself away from her breasts, wasting no time diving between her legs. My mouth and tongue replace my finger on her clit. I circle my tongue around the bud and occasionally give a hard suck urging Reece to push my head into her. My tongue never leaves her clit while I slip two fingers inside of her. My fingers fuck her at an even pace, matching the rhythm of my tongue.

Reece is wriggling and clawing at my shoulders. Her reaction to what I’m doing is driving me insane. I force her leg up further, bending it at the knee. I have better access to flick my tongue where she wants it most.

“Holy shit, Caydon,” she screams.

Hell, yes.

I give her one last lick from where my fingers are inside of her all the way up to her clit. Then, I clamp down. Her fingers entwine in my hair and yank as she cries out, “Caydon!”

I love the sound of Reece coming. It never gets old.

Letting her come back down, I rest my head on her inner thigh for only a moment because I need to get inside of her.

“Caydon, I need you in me. Please. Please,” she begs.

Jesus.

“I’m coming, baby” I sheathe myself with a condom and spread her legs open. All I can think of is how good this is going to feel.

I lift her leg to bend her knee and place my cock at her opening. My arms push themselves up on each side of her head. Looking down at her, I can see that she is tense. “Just say the word and I will stop right now.” I let out a shaky breath.

Shaking her head, she says, “I’m more afraid of you stopping. Caydon, I want it to be yours. Take it.”

Oh, fuck.

My dick nudges at her wet opening and carefully I slide into her.
Home.

“Ahh…” she cries out. Her body feels like it is trying to creep away from me.

Her pain is my pleasure. I swear she feels fucking awesome. Gaining control of any movement is difficult. But I do, because I can feel her tense with each slow movement. “Just breathe. I’m going to make it feel better. To do that, I have to push in more.”

She gives the okay and I push into her again. Her nails dig into my back making me want to pound into wet heat. Thrusting two more times, I slide my hand down between us. I find her clit and begin to rub as I shove into her.

It’s easier to move now and her body matches my effort. The grunts of pain become breathy pants. She’s starting to enjoy it. As much as I want to let go right now, I’ll be damned if I go out like that. She’s going to come first.

My mouth sucks the groove of her neck between her ear and her collarbone. I talk to her, letting her know how much I love the way she feels. “You’re so fucking tight and wet.”

Her hands slide from my back to my ass. They spread across and seize the flesh pushing me further inside of her. “Faster,” she gasps.

“That’s it, baby. Tell me what feels good,” I direct her.

“Touch me harder with your fingers.” She’s got it.

I press my fingers against her clit, massaging her harder, just like she asked. “Oh…”

Yep, she’s getting the hang of this. It’s a good thing because I’m close. So…fucking…close.

Her legs tighten around my waist and her hips dig against mine in three, long, drawn out movements. She’s coming. Hard. It’s not like how she’s come in the past. The feeling originates from the inside and radiates out. I’m looking forward to feeling the same thing.

My drives are quicker, faster, and harder. I grunt against her feeling my own orgasm creep up within me. I’m panting, sweating, and cursing. I let it take over and growl when it consumes me. “Fuck.”

Holy shit. Fucking amazing.

I still above her and collapse on top of her in pure exhaustion. My body sticks to hers from the sweet sweat that generated from making love to her. The fake snow also is sticking in places that it shouldn’t be. I didn’t think this out. I should have taken her to my bed. However, she looks perfectly content lounging in the middle of it.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

A wide grin spreads across her face. “It’s exactly how I fantasized my first time would be.” I can die happy now. I fulfilled yet another dream she has had. “In the snow, with a tall, dark, and handsome guy.”

“Did I hurt you?” As much as it kills me to hear it, I need to know.

“The beginning sucked. The finale was amazing.” She’s honest with me.

“I’m sorry.” There’s absolutely nothing I could have done otherwise to make it more comfortable for her. But I do feel horrible that my beginning was so much different from hers.

She attacks my mouth easing my sorrow, and then pulls away. “I loved every minute of it.”

I sigh with satisfaction and unadulterated love in my heart.

* * *

Lying in Caydon’s chair brings nothing but joy to my heart. Caydon is working away on my chest sketching a design with his gun. It’s a surprise, he says. It is something that he has been thinking of tattooing on my body for a while. The only choice I had was where he would do it. I chose a spot on my chest just above my left breast. When I picked the area, Caydon beamed with joy. He said it was ‘perfect’.

Love is perfect. Caydon is perfect. My dad is perfect. Everything is perfect. My life is perfect.

The gun scrapes against my skin. I flinch from the pain. “You okay, baby?”

“Fine,” I lie. “It burns a little.”

“I’m almost done,” he promises. “Keep talking. It helps. It keeps your mind off of the pain.”

I search my brain for a topic. My brain is sex filled. Since Caydon took my virginity, it’s all I want to do and talk about. I want to experience sex with Caydon in every possible position and place. So far, he hasn’t disappointed me.

I exhale. “I can’t talk. Everything I want to say is naughty. I don’t want you to become distracted and screw up my boob.” Caydon laughs. I can feel his breath on my breast and become aroused.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t do anything to damage those bad girls.” He’s still chuckling. “They bring me too much joy. Since you are a lewd minded person, I’m going to have to carry this conversation.”

The needle jabs me again. “Ah…”

“I know…how about your dad’s fight last night? He pounded that guy.”

Nothing kills the mood like mentioning your father. It’s okay. He’ll pay for that later. “I’m so proud of him. He was so nervous about the fight. His opponent is known to be a dirty fighter.”

Caydon snickers, “Yeah, did you see his entourage? It was ridiculous.”

I laugh with him. “Guys like that are just asking for it. My dad says you have to respect boxing as a discipline. It’s not a show. He always quotes John Cena:
‘A true champion is not judged by how much he or she is admired, but how well they can stand at the face of adversity.’”
Caydon grins as he listens. “What?”

“Your dad says the same thing to me. He’s a good teacher. I like him,” Caydon confesses.

“I’m glad he doesn’t want to kill you anymore. I was really worried about that,” I joke.

“Me too.” Caydon wipes a jelly like substance over the work on my chest. “It’s done. Look at it before I have to cover it.”

I rise from the chair and walk to the mirror. Over my left breast is beautifully designed heart shaped lock. It is opened. It’s the most intricate of designs I have seen for a lock. “Beautiful,” I whisper. Turning around, I lock my arms around Caydon’s neck. “There’s only one thing missing. Where’s the key that opened it?” Caydon gently pushes my arms down. He steps backwards and takes his shirt off. In the same spot, on his body, is the matching key. “Shorty did that?”

“Yep.”

“What does he think of our tattoos?” I can’t wait to hear this.

“We make him sick.” Caydon laughs.

I smirk and look back at the mirror looking at my tattoo again. “I bet you anything that Shorty and Maria have matching tattoos on their ass.”

Caydon lets out a loud roar. “I believe it.”

The bell on the shop door jingles. Both Caydon and I turn our attention to the new customer. I cover myself quickly and Caydon looks for his shirt.